Hetalia ~ The Eagle and the Swan

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"Well, there are some parts of the building that require clean-up, although I can have someone else do it if you're too tired. There may be a possible opening in the infirmary, if that's a better job. I have to work on something for my boss, probably battle plans out some other stupid war thing." Germany said, pulling on his jacket. "Also, I think Japan and Italy might be coming in the afternoon."


Hopefully Denmark wouldn't despise him for wanting her to work, but in the end it needed to be done. The German was actually planning on doing her work himself after the meeting before she had been captured.

 

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Denmark shrugged, her ocean blue eyes drifting upward as she thought. "I do not mind the cleaning," she said, standing up from the bed. She adjusted her uniform, pulled down the sleeves from where they had ridden up. At the mention of visitors, the Dane glanced up with a bit more interest. That could be... interesting. She did not know Japan well, but she knew of Italy. He was the goofy one. "Alright. Just tell me what to do."

 

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((SORRY SORRY SORRY FOR LATE REPLYYYYYY THE NOTIFICATION DIDN'T SHOW UP FOR SOME REASON))


"Okay, if you insist." Germany responded, pulling on his black gloves and zipping up his coat halfway. "First, I need to wake up the others over there." He said, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the cell. "After that, you can prepare the room for Italy or Japan. Does that sound fair?" He asked, moving towards the door. Then, he noticed that Denmark was still dressed in the same clothes as before.


"Also, I will wake up Austria too and ask him if he has any of Hungary's clothes for you."

 

[Chicogal]

"Ja. That is fine."


It was something to do, Denmark reminded herself. A way to stay sane in this place. This way, she wasn't directly helping the Nazi's cause - only making their allies more comfortable. It was a shame that Italy had gotten himself in with this whole thing. He had always been such a gentle, nice soul. Flirtatious and overly enthusiastic. But nice. Japan, she didn't know much about him.


At the offer of clothes, she glanced up. Oh. "Takk." But she wasn't going to let him take away her uniform. It was her tie to her country.


((Hmm. I feel like we should timeskip or something. Maybe to the evening again? I feel like them getting drunk could be some spice to this.))

 

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((X'D sounds fun! Haha. Would it be Germany getting drunk or Denmark? Germany seems more likely, but either way works.))


"Okay. Come with me to the cell." the German ordered, opening the door and walking out. After Denmark followed him out, he closed it and led her to the place where Poland, Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia, Greece, and the Netherlands were staying.


"Wake up, it's time to work!" Germany said firmly, clanking a key from his belt against one of the cell's metal poles. The captured countries jolted awake and started complaining.


"Duitsland, really? Every morning?" Netherlands complained, rubbing his head. The rest of the prisoners grumbled and did the same. Shaking his head and sighing, the blonde unlocked the door and held it open with his foot.


"Today, half of you will be cleaning the floors in the north wing. That's Poland, Lithuania, and Greece. Latvia, and Estonia, you will be on wash duty. Is that clear?" he allotted the assignments, and the countries left to go complete them. They had long since tried to escape, so supervision wasn't really necessary. Other, lower-ranked soldiers sometimes kept an eye on them, although that was mostly to make sure they weren't just goofing off. "Netherlands, you take Denmark and prepare the guest rooms." he said to the northern country, patting his shoulder. Then, to the female, he added: "Do a good job in Italy's room, or he'll want to sleep in my room."

 

[Chicogal]

((Skeep.~


and I was thinking both? So they're both sort of unsure... and they kiss or such. :3


THEN ITALY GETS NOSY-))


A few hours later, Denmark and the Netherlands had finished with their work. Their final room had been Italy's. The Netherlands had been sure to mismatch the duvet and pillowcases, knowing that Italy liked style. What could be funnier than Germany having to share a bed with Italy? Denmark had been oblivious. She wasn't completely aware of such things.


The tall country perched on the edge of the bed, and the Dane was looking out of the window as a car drew up to the front door. The driver got out to open the door, and out bounded Italy - followed by a rather more demure Japan.

 

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((X'D Sounds awesome xD poor Italy though haha))


"Sir, your guests have arrived." a quiet voice said. Germany looked up from his desk and saw a small officer shrinking away.


"Okay, danke. At rest." he replied, then quickly got up to greet Japan and Italy. He hoped Denmark and the Netherlands had finished with Italy's room, since he wouldn't have time to check up on it. Japan's room had been arranged by two kindly volunteered officers who the German would have to thank later. As he walked down the hall, the blonde realized that the other countries were still out.


"Actually, can you tell the prisoners to report back to the cell? And tell Austria to take attendance." he ordered the shaking officer. He nodded and left. When Germany opened the door to outside, Italy nearly tackled him.


"Hey, Germany!!! It's good to see you!!!" he cried, giving the taller man a hug.


"Good afternoon, Germany." Japan added, bowing slightly. The blonde nodded to Japan and attempted to pry Italy off.


"Hallo. Come inside." he held the door open for his two allies.


Hopefully Denmark, Poland, and the gang were already back in the cell.

 

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A minute or two later, the door to Italy's room opened. A Nazi soldier peered inside, and Denmark turned around. "Aha," he said. "Here you are. You are to report back to your cell." She glanced to the Netherlands, who sighed and rose up from his comfortable spot on the bed. It was much nicer than the hard cots inside the cells.They walked together in silence after the German officer. A faint noise of shouting could be heard down the halls - but happy shouting. More like yelping. Probably Italy, Denmark thought to herself.


She stepped inside the cell room, hesitating before going into the cell. As far as she knew, the officers were unaware of her actual sleeping arrangements. She didn't want to ruin it for herself, or- well, she could get Germany in trouble. Did she want that? Originally, she had, but now...

 

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"Hey, Germany? Germany! Hey! Germany!" Italy whined, clinging to the blonde's arm.


"What?" he asked, annoyed.


"Can I go explore? This is boring!" he pleaded with a 'puppy face'. Sighing, the German reluctantly agreed. He and Japan were going to talk about strategies, so missing Italy wouldn't really be a problem. Cheering, the ditzy country ran off into the halls.


"Germany-san, I heard that you've captured many other countries. Is that true?" Japan asked after a moment of silence.


"Oh, yeah." he replied idly.


"Would it be okay to take some of them back to my base?"


"Uh... sure. I'll introduce you." Germany said, blinking.


((Crappy post due to finals =n=))

 

[Chicogal]

Denmark glanced to Netherlands, the only person she knew in this cell. And it was then that she realised she was lucky to be in the room with Germany. This place was cold, and it smelled bad. She wrapped her arms around herself, fingers clutching at the fabric by her sides. She heard a sort of excited squealing echoing down the hallways - it seemed to be the same person who had been shouting earlier. Italy. The Dane smiled slightly. At least he had some life in him.

 

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Italy skipped down the halls, knocking on every single one.


"Knock, knock! Hello? It's Italy!" He cried, searching for someone. At last, he came to the prison door. Since the officer who had rounded up the captive countries hadn't had a set of keys, it was unlocked. This allowed the Italian to barge right in.


"Hey, is there a party going on in here?" He said, twirling around.


Germany was bringing Japan to the very same cell when he heard Italy's voice.


"Scheiße, I didn't lock it..." he muttered, rushing to the cell.

 

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Denmark looked up from an interesting patch on the floor when someone barged in. What- Italy? She blinked at him, ocean-blue eyes a little confused. She hadn't really met him before, but she hadn't though he was this ditzy... "Uh. I think you may have the wrong room?" she commented, eyebrows slightly raised. No wonder Germany disliked him. They were complete and utter polar opposites. She curled her fingers around the bars, leaned her forehead against their coolness. The Dane could hear Germany approaching, just by his voice. It was very deep, masculine, and it carried down the hallways...

 

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"Italy, leave them alone. They're probably tired." Germany sighed, arriving at the cell door and pulling the Italian out. He protested but didn't fight back. "Japan, these are Poland, Lithuania, Greece, Latvia, Estonia, the Netherlands, and Denmark." The German introduced his captives, pointing to each individual as he said their name.


"Wow, Denmark is hot! Hey there!" Italy sang, grinning and waving. The blonde smacked his head and pointed down the hall.


"There's pasta in the kitchen." He said in a monotone voice. The ditz gasped and ran off. Japan cleared his throat as Germany stood there trying to hold in his annoyance.

 

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Denmark looked up from Italy when Germany entered the room. She straightened, interlinked her fingers in front of her. At Italy's comment, she blushed, ducking her head. It was the 1940s, after all. Not many men were so forward, especially with such remarks. It was almost crude, really. And now she was feeling rather embarrassed in this room of men. Thankfully, Germany soon sent him on his way. Not that she wouldn't have liked Italy, if this hadn't been a war. His ditziness was entertaining, and sort of cute. He didn't seem to entirely realise what he was saying.


Now, what was Japan doing in here?

 

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Looking at his ally expectantly, Germany urged him on.


"Yes?" He prompted.


"I was wondering if I could take one or two of them back to my base for work. Maybe Netherlands-san and Greece-san? I am building models and will need help, if that is alright. Also, Denmark could work in my flower garden, since your... er, strict, orderly environment does not seem to suit her." Japan offered, pointing to each country as he spoke their name. The German was a bit shocked by the quiet, usually humble country's request, although he saw the logic.


"Ja, sure. You can put Greece and the Netherlands to work at your place. That's fine." Germany was a bit put off by the way they were referring to living, breathing people as objects. "However, I would like Denmark to remain here, with me. It may seem... unorthodox, but... I have my reasons."

 

[Chicogal]

Wait, what? Japan wanted her? Denmark's eyes flicked to Germany, then back to Japan. She herself didn't know where she would want to go. Although a flower arden sounded sort of nice- oh. Germany wanted her here...? That was kind of interesting. It wasn't like she was actually doing anything helpful; she was taking up his bed, of all things. Why did he want her?


Having no say in the matter, she just nodded.

 

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Japan nodded respectfully. "Thank you, Germany-san. I accept your offer." Although he was a bit disappointed Denmark would be staying, Germany's decision was final.


"Okay, I can help escort your chosen ones out when you leave." The blonde said, gesturing towards Greece and the Netherlands. He looked at Denmark for a second as well, unsure of what to say to her. He decided not to say anything, although he feared the moment later when she might ask him about it.


((Sorry for late reply, Memorial Day stuff))

 

[Chicogal]

Denmark caught Germany's eye. Just for a moment. Those icy pools - what were they hiding? There was something behind his decision. Glancing over her shoulder at the others, she saw Netherlands sigh, raking his fingers through his hair. It wasn't looking quite as gravity-defying as usual. The tall blond rocked up onto his feet, and stuck his hands in his pockets before wandering over to stand beside Denmark.

 

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Germany narrowed his eyes at the spiky-haired man's approach, though it seemed purely protective.


"I'm assuming we're finished here. Are you hungry? Do you want dinner?" He asked Japan. The smaller man nodded. "Poland, escort Japan to the dining room. Be polite." The blonde instructed, opening the cell's door. Poland grinned at Germany and left with Japan.


"Now... Greece, Netherlands. Are you okay with this arrangement?"

 

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Greece was currently napping, having nodded off with his head against the wall. The Netherlands grunted, green eyes narrowed back. He wasn't sure why Germany seemed aggressive, but it was probably his presence being close.


Denmark let go of the poles. "Why did you keep me?" she asked quietly, tilting her head as she looked at him.

 

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"Why? Well... it's closer to your country here, yeah. That's it. So you won't feel so far from home." Germany came up with a crappy excuse on the spot, hoping Denmark would take it. To be honest, he really didn't know why he wanted her to stay with him. Maybe it was their history that made him feel so protective over her. Whatever it was, she was staying where the German could easily find her.

 

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((OMG I thought I'd replied D:


Shall we skip to later that evening? Denmark could be in the room, and Germany decides he wants some beer...))

 

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(( xD It's okay. That sounds good.))

 

[Chicogal]

Denmark entered the room she and Germany now shared, feeling somewhat tired from the day of work. A German officer was escorting her; the young man gave her a small push as she went through the door. He sneered something in German before slamming the door. The Dane was a prisoner, and he was treating her as such.


A hand went to her chest for a moment; she'd had a fright from the loud sound. Oh well. Better get used to this sort of thing. Pushing her hair back from her forehead, she sighed.

 

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The strategy meeting had gone well enough, but after reporting it to his boss, Germany felt way more stressed than he should have. He decided that the solution to his problem was the magical wonder liquid he liked to call beer. After showing Italy and Japan to their rooms, he wandered back over to the kitchen and took a large container of beer.


As be walked down the hallway to his room, the German passed a disturbed-looking officer. What was his problem? Shaking his head, the blonde arrived at his room's entrance. Since his hands were full, he had to put his back against the door and push it open using that method.


"Denmark, are you here?" He asked upon entering.